Early morning
Idle time
The climbing sun comes at last
Another day dawns in earnest
The summer months go by fast
Flash of fire, then back to dark
Long nights and pitch black skies
Time seems to stretch on in the absence of the light
Tag Archives: Sunrise
Tomorrow’s Weather
Sun peeks through before slipping under
Just a taste on an overcast day
A sign of things to come
Forecast looking up
I keep my fingers crossed
Tossing my head back
I wonder at the sky
Until it fades to black
Until it’s time to rest my eyes
I’ll be dreaming of a sunrise
Mourning Light
Sweet air, thick and sticky
Another humid summer morning
Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning
Dancing on your skin in the early shine
Evaporating quickly
Thrown into the fire
Perspire
Porphyria takes a grip
Burning, sudden pain
Hold to shade
Leave lamps unlit
Fearing its’ presence
Longing for the night
Spend Apollo’s hours
Mourning the light
Eastward Glare
I rise in repetition
The drudgery of a day
I wish the night was static
Forever stuck in place
To taste eternal darkness
That would bring me peace
Or a case of blindness, to hide the world at least
East, I stare contemptuously
Go away, dread Sun
Set a final time
Your life has gone on long…
Long enough
The Mysterious Mr. Early Rise
Early morning?
What is this?
I awake
I feel as if
I am somehow too well rested
Come to rise, the sun I’ve bested
When did I become this way?
I used to dread the early day
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